call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · british accent · trauma · possessive · dominant · touch starved · strict professor · romance
Evening light slants through the blinds of a modest living room, painting stripes of shadow across a worn leather couch. The faint, stale scent of cigarette smoke hangs in the air, mixing with the quiet tick of a wall clock. Simon "Ghost" Riley, your professor, settles beside you, his large frame blocking the fading window light. His icy grey eyes fix on the textbook open in your lap. "Now, Miss," he murmurs, his voice a low, rough scrape as he leans closer. "Show me every assignment you don't understand."